Colorless (1/3)
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aranixTitle: Colorless
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nidesux a.k.a moi
Length: Multi-chaptered
Pairing: Ohno x Aiba a.k.a Ohba/side pairing(s): Matsumiya & Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU Fluff, drama
Summary: In a world of gray, an artist like Satoshi would crave to know what color is.
Note: First Ohba fic because I've been... crazed over them for these past few days. Unbeta'ed as always. Fiction. Comments are appreciated (I wanna know who else ships these two OTL) Funny how I made something chaptered for a ship that's not my otp. Eh.
In a world of gray, an artist like Satoshi would crave to know what color is.
Colors like blue, red, violet, yellow and green do not exist in Ohno Satoshi’s world. But the thing is— everyone was born like him, their view of the world colorless. Everyone needs to find the key in order to view the world and its colors. But it’s a different thing for each person, he has been told.
He can’t help but sometimes envy those who have already found their key to colors. Like his friend Kazunari. Ever since the man met his now lover, Matsumoto Jun, they both have been able to view the wonderful thing that is color.
But for now, Satoshi is content with what he has: black and white. Gray. Because as long as he is able to paint and draw what is in his mind or is around him—despite the image being so dull—he knows that colors can wait. Though he isn’t sure until when he should. What he fears is to not be able to witness what color is, because he knows that half of the people around the world never found their key, and spent their life until its very end in dull, black and white. Gray.
Colors can wait, he thought to himself as he picked up his paintbrush, dipping it in some paint he is guessing as blue from what Kazunari told him earlier, and then started painting on the blank canvas he had in front of him. His friend, as annoying as he can be sometimes, goes through the trouble of describing to him what each color looks like. It makes his head hurt by trying to picture it though.
“It’s impossible,” Jun said once. “Ohno-san needs to see for himself to fully understand.” Satoshi didn’t take it in a bad way because he was sure the man meant no harm. Besides, he had a point.
He wasn’t even sure where and how to start, or if he really wants to put himself through such a hunt. But he can’t ignore the fact that he has been aching to see how his artworks look like with color.
“How does it look?” Satoshi asked the moment he heard the door open, not looking at the person that entered. He expected Kazunari to answer, but instead he heard someone else—a man’s voice—apologize, saying that he entered the wrong room and that his painting looked amazing, and the next thing Satoshi heard was the door slamming shut.
He let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He felt weird suddenly, and his eyes started to hurt that he had to close them tightly. After a few moments he opened them again, and he swore that he saw something different than gray on his canvas, but the moment he blinked, it was back to being the dull black and white that it was, just a moment ago. He felt disappointed.
“How did you find your key?” Satoshi asked Kazunari. “How did you start?”
Kazunari’s answer didn’t enlighten him at all. He said that all he did was walk around the city, and his vision started getting blurry so he had to close his eyes. The moment he opened them he started seeing colors around him, violet and yellow. And just a few steps away from him Jun stood, rubbing his own eyes and looking around as If everything seemed so new to him. And he knew immediately that he found the key.
“So you’re saying that the key is…”
“—another person, yeah,” Kazunari nodded. Satoshi’s mouth formed a small “o”, and he turned to look at his canvas. His friend did the same then commented on the way he painted the sky the right color. He pensively looked at Kazunari, a small smile appearing on his face.
They both spent a few more hours at Satoshi’s studio; Kazunari bugging Satoshi every few minutes to help him with his crossword puzzles, and Satoshi thinking back to how his eyes hurt when the man accidentally entered the room. There were tons of questions running in his mind, and he wasn’t sure if he should speak to Kazunari about this.
Satoshi woke up and saw a note on his coffee table; he stretched his arms, letting out a yawn before reading the words on it. It was from Kazunari informing him that Jun picked him up to go home. Satoshi crumpled the paper then threw it away. He checked the time, and the clock read that it was almost midnight. He removed the canvas from the easel, leaning it against the wall and taking a good look at it. The voice of the man from that morning played in his mind, and his breath hitched when he remembered the way how beautiful his painting looked like with color, whether it was just an illusion or not.
If Satoshi were to choose which color he likes, he’d pick blue. Because it’s the first color Kazunari ever described to him and the first color he ever saw (or his mind probably made up) Blue. The color of the sky, as Kazunari told him. Blue. Ohno Satoshi.
He’d been feeling giddy for the past few weeks because of it. Kazunari still doesn’t know, and he’s finally going to tell him when they meet up. Satoshi stood in front of the mirror, staring at his black and white reflection as he fixed his tie; his mind trying to form the right words. It’s only one color and one shouldn’t fret over something that’s unsure, he thought grimly to himself.
An hour and a half later they’d be at a restaurant Kazunari’s boyfriend picked for them, and after an hour or so they’d be laughing, feeling slightly tipsy already from the wine they bought. And Satoshi would take a few deep breaths before opening his mouth:
“I saw the color blue the other day,” he blurted out, causing his two friends to stop laughing. Satoshi still had that goofy grin on his face, and it slowly turned into a crooked, nervous grin as he stared back at them.
“You did?” Jun asked a smile now on his face. It took a minute for Satoshi to answer because he was unsure himself if it were the color blue or not. He thought for a moment what Kazunari told him months ago when the man finally started seeing colors. The sky is blue, the water is blue, and the walls of the lobby at Kazunari’s building were blue.
“I guess,” Satoshi replied with a shrug then took a swig of more wine, and the thought of him only seeing black and white and gray came to mind, making him furrow his eyebrows. “My eyes hurt the other day, actually,”
“Why didn’t you tell me right away?” Kazunari clicked his tongue, leaning back on the chair and folding his arms over his chest. Satoshi moved his gaze from the black substance to his friend, and Kazunari continued. “Do you remember who you were with?”
“No, I don’t,” he sighed. “I don’t even know. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. You both got to see the world and its colors when you first met, how come I only saw blue for a millisecond?”
“Actually the first color I saw was violet,” Kazunari said. “How long were you together?” Satoshi found it difficult to form an answer because it only took the man a few seconds to apologize, compliment his artwork, and leave. He didn’t even get to see his face.
“Less than a minute,”
Both Kazunari and Jun looked at each other. It made him feel uncomfortable, unspoken conversations like this. They were obviously thinking of a way for him to meet up with that man again, and he wasn’t sure if he would comply with whatever it is they’re going to say next. “I didn’t see his face or anything,” he added.
“This is going to be hard,” Jun mumbled. Satoshi shook his head, saying that they shouldn’t go through the trouble of finding the man for him, and that he was okay with his world being colorless. He saw his artwork with one color, and to him—that’s just enough.
Kazunari was looking at him with a sympathetic gaze, and it was unusual of the man to do so. The other must have noticed this and poured himself some wine and took a few sips. After dessert and a few more glasses of wine, the night was over. And he and the couple went their separate ways. He decided to stop by his studio since the building was close to his apartment building; he did some painting, not sure if he grabbed the right color to paint the sky that time. His thoughts were jumbled and he can’t help but feel frustrated and angry about it, so he ended up with a messy canvas instead of the image he had in his mind.
A knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts and back to the present. He checked the time and it read that it was around 10 PM already. Assuming that it’s probably either Jun or Kazunari—though the latter won’t even bother knocking if he were to enter—Satoshi told the person to come in, though in a less calm voice he usually uses.
“Are you okay?” that oh-so-familiar voice asked, sending shivers down Satoshi’s spine. “We heard you yell and a glass breaking, so…”
“I’m fine,” Satoshi replied, now looking at the broken mug on the floor that he used to fill water on to clean his brushes with. He quickly glanced at the man at the door, though he couldn’t make out what he looked like because the hallway was already dark, and the light in his studio was dim. He turned away, grabbing a rug, broom and dustpan to clean the mess with. He heard the man comment on his painting, saying that it looked nice then bid goodbye and goodnight when Satoshi didn’t answer.
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding; he put his cleaning materials away before slumping down on his chair and burying his face in his hands, his eyes tightly shut. Satoshi did his best to ignore the fact that the key to him seeing colors, probably worked in the same building as he did. And when he opened his eyes and looked at his painting, he saw that he crossed out his painting with the color he is guessing as blue. The color of the sky. But after a second or two, the color was gone.
A smile crept onto his face when he realized that he must have painted the sky wrongly that time, since he couldn’t see what color it was. He tilted his head to the side slightly, wondering what’s so nice about his painting that the man, who was there just minutes ago, would think so. It was a mess. But at least now he has some sort of clue as to where to start. All he needs to figure out now is how.
The moment he told this to Kazunari when he visited the morning after, he got dragged by the man outside of his studio down to the lobby, demanding the receptionist to show them the list of people renting rooms in the building. Satoshi gawked at him then pulled him aside, apologizing to the receptionist first before speaking to his friend. “Nino, I don’t know the person’s name. But at least I know now that I’m nearer to them than expected,” he said, still feeling rather groggy from his sleep.
Kazunari was about to say something else when the front door opened, revealing a certain Sakurai Sho who was renting a studio just a few doors away from his; the man greeted them both before riding the elevator. What confused Satoshi was though, for some reason, was when he heard the man say someone’s name when talking to the phone before the doors closed. It felt as if it clicked so well in his mind.
“You okay? Was it him?” his friend asked. Satoshi shook his head as a no then sat down on one of the steps of the stairs, looking down at his hands which still had a few paint on them. Kazunari sat down beside him, and Satoshi asked something, now looking at his friend with a horrified look.
“Does “the key” to finding colors also mean that they’re the one you’re supposed to love?”
"I guess," was all his friend could say, obviously taken aback by how sudden his question was.
—
TBC.
Author:
nidesux a.k.a moi Length: Multi-chaptered
Pairing: Ohno x Aiba a.k.a Ohba/side pairing(s): Matsumiya & Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU Fluff, drama
Summary: In a world of gray, an artist like Satoshi would crave to know what color is.
Note: First Ohba fic because I've been... crazed over them for these past few days. Unbeta'ed as always. Fiction. Comments are appreciated (I wanna know who else ships these two OTL) Funny how I made something chaptered for a ship that's not my otp. Eh.
In a world of gray, an artist like Satoshi would crave to know what color is.
Colors like blue, red, violet, yellow and green do not exist in Ohno Satoshi’s world. But the thing is— everyone was born like him, their view of the world colorless. Everyone needs to find the key in order to view the world and its colors. But it’s a different thing for each person, he has been told.
He can’t help but sometimes envy those who have already found their key to colors. Like his friend Kazunari. Ever since the man met his now lover, Matsumoto Jun, they both have been able to view the wonderful thing that is color.
But for now, Satoshi is content with what he has: black and white. Gray. Because as long as he is able to paint and draw what is in his mind or is around him—despite the image being so dull—he knows that colors can wait. Though he isn’t sure until when he should. What he fears is to not be able to witness what color is, because he knows that half of the people around the world never found their key, and spent their life until its very end in dull, black and white. Gray.
Colors can wait, he thought to himself as he picked up his paintbrush, dipping it in some paint he is guessing as blue from what Kazunari told him earlier, and then started painting on the blank canvas he had in front of him. His friend, as annoying as he can be sometimes, goes through the trouble of describing to him what each color looks like. It makes his head hurt by trying to picture it though.
“It’s impossible,” Jun said once. “Ohno-san needs to see for himself to fully understand.” Satoshi didn’t take it in a bad way because he was sure the man meant no harm. Besides, he had a point.
He wasn’t even sure where and how to start, or if he really wants to put himself through such a hunt. But he can’t ignore the fact that he has been aching to see how his artworks look like with color.
“How does it look?” Satoshi asked the moment he heard the door open, not looking at the person that entered. He expected Kazunari to answer, but instead he heard someone else—a man’s voice—apologize, saying that he entered the wrong room and that his painting looked amazing, and the next thing Satoshi heard was the door slamming shut.
He let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He felt weird suddenly, and his eyes started to hurt that he had to close them tightly. After a few moments he opened them again, and he swore that he saw something different than gray on his canvas, but the moment he blinked, it was back to being the dull black and white that it was, just a moment ago. He felt disappointed.
“How did you find your key?” Satoshi asked Kazunari. “How did you start?”
Kazunari’s answer didn’t enlighten him at all. He said that all he did was walk around the city, and his vision started getting blurry so he had to close his eyes. The moment he opened them he started seeing colors around him, violet and yellow. And just a few steps away from him Jun stood, rubbing his own eyes and looking around as If everything seemed so new to him. And he knew immediately that he found the key.
“So you’re saying that the key is…”
“—another person, yeah,” Kazunari nodded. Satoshi’s mouth formed a small “o”, and he turned to look at his canvas. His friend did the same then commented on the way he painted the sky the right color. He pensively looked at Kazunari, a small smile appearing on his face.
They both spent a few more hours at Satoshi’s studio; Kazunari bugging Satoshi every few minutes to help him with his crossword puzzles, and Satoshi thinking back to how his eyes hurt when the man accidentally entered the room. There were tons of questions running in his mind, and he wasn’t sure if he should speak to Kazunari about this.
Satoshi woke up and saw a note on his coffee table; he stretched his arms, letting out a yawn before reading the words on it. It was from Kazunari informing him that Jun picked him up to go home. Satoshi crumpled the paper then threw it away. He checked the time, and the clock read that it was almost midnight. He removed the canvas from the easel, leaning it against the wall and taking a good look at it. The voice of the man from that morning played in his mind, and his breath hitched when he remembered the way how beautiful his painting looked like with color, whether it was just an illusion or not.
If Satoshi were to choose which color he likes, he’d pick blue. Because it’s the first color Kazunari ever described to him and the first color he ever saw (or his mind probably made up) Blue. The color of the sky, as Kazunari told him. Blue. Ohno Satoshi.
He’d been feeling giddy for the past few weeks because of it. Kazunari still doesn’t know, and he’s finally going to tell him when they meet up. Satoshi stood in front of the mirror, staring at his black and white reflection as he fixed his tie; his mind trying to form the right words. It’s only one color and one shouldn’t fret over something that’s unsure, he thought grimly to himself.
An hour and a half later they’d be at a restaurant Kazunari’s boyfriend picked for them, and after an hour or so they’d be laughing, feeling slightly tipsy already from the wine they bought. And Satoshi would take a few deep breaths before opening his mouth:
“I saw the color blue the other day,” he blurted out, causing his two friends to stop laughing. Satoshi still had that goofy grin on his face, and it slowly turned into a crooked, nervous grin as he stared back at them.
“You did?” Jun asked a smile now on his face. It took a minute for Satoshi to answer because he was unsure himself if it were the color blue or not. He thought for a moment what Kazunari told him months ago when the man finally started seeing colors. The sky is blue, the water is blue, and the walls of the lobby at Kazunari’s building were blue.
“I guess,” Satoshi replied with a shrug then took a swig of more wine, and the thought of him only seeing black and white and gray came to mind, making him furrow his eyebrows. “My eyes hurt the other day, actually,”
“Why didn’t you tell me right away?” Kazunari clicked his tongue, leaning back on the chair and folding his arms over his chest. Satoshi moved his gaze from the black substance to his friend, and Kazunari continued. “Do you remember who you were with?”
“No, I don’t,” he sighed. “I don’t even know. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. You both got to see the world and its colors when you first met, how come I only saw blue for a millisecond?”
“Actually the first color I saw was violet,” Kazunari said. “How long were you together?” Satoshi found it difficult to form an answer because it only took the man a few seconds to apologize, compliment his artwork, and leave. He didn’t even get to see his face.
“Less than a minute,”
Both Kazunari and Jun looked at each other. It made him feel uncomfortable, unspoken conversations like this. They were obviously thinking of a way for him to meet up with that man again, and he wasn’t sure if he would comply with whatever it is they’re going to say next. “I didn’t see his face or anything,” he added.
“This is going to be hard,” Jun mumbled. Satoshi shook his head, saying that they shouldn’t go through the trouble of finding the man for him, and that he was okay with his world being colorless. He saw his artwork with one color, and to him—that’s just enough.
Kazunari was looking at him with a sympathetic gaze, and it was unusual of the man to do so. The other must have noticed this and poured himself some wine and took a few sips. After dessert and a few more glasses of wine, the night was over. And he and the couple went their separate ways. He decided to stop by his studio since the building was close to his apartment building; he did some painting, not sure if he grabbed the right color to paint the sky that time. His thoughts were jumbled and he can’t help but feel frustrated and angry about it, so he ended up with a messy canvas instead of the image he had in his mind.
A knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts and back to the present. He checked the time and it read that it was around 10 PM already. Assuming that it’s probably either Jun or Kazunari—though the latter won’t even bother knocking if he were to enter—Satoshi told the person to come in, though in a less calm voice he usually uses.
“Are you okay?” that oh-so-familiar voice asked, sending shivers down Satoshi’s spine. “We heard you yell and a glass breaking, so…”
“I’m fine,” Satoshi replied, now looking at the broken mug on the floor that he used to fill water on to clean his brushes with. He quickly glanced at the man at the door, though he couldn’t make out what he looked like because the hallway was already dark, and the light in his studio was dim. He turned away, grabbing a rug, broom and dustpan to clean the mess with. He heard the man comment on his painting, saying that it looked nice then bid goodbye and goodnight when Satoshi didn’t answer.
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding; he put his cleaning materials away before slumping down on his chair and burying his face in his hands, his eyes tightly shut. Satoshi did his best to ignore the fact that the key to him seeing colors, probably worked in the same building as he did. And when he opened his eyes and looked at his painting, he saw that he crossed out his painting with the color he is guessing as blue. The color of the sky. But after a second or two, the color was gone.
A smile crept onto his face when he realized that he must have painted the sky wrongly that time, since he couldn’t see what color it was. He tilted his head to the side slightly, wondering what’s so nice about his painting that the man, who was there just minutes ago, would think so. It was a mess. But at least now he has some sort of clue as to where to start. All he needs to figure out now is how.
The moment he told this to Kazunari when he visited the morning after, he got dragged by the man outside of his studio down to the lobby, demanding the receptionist to show them the list of people renting rooms in the building. Satoshi gawked at him then pulled him aside, apologizing to the receptionist first before speaking to his friend. “Nino, I don’t know the person’s name. But at least I know now that I’m nearer to them than expected,” he said, still feeling rather groggy from his sleep.
Kazunari was about to say something else when the front door opened, revealing a certain Sakurai Sho who was renting a studio just a few doors away from his; the man greeted them both before riding the elevator. What confused Satoshi was though, for some reason, was when he heard the man say someone’s name when talking to the phone before the doors closed. It felt as if it clicked so well in his mind.
“You okay? Was it him?” his friend asked. Satoshi shook his head as a no then sat down on one of the steps of the stairs, looking down at his hands which still had a few paint on them. Kazunari sat down beside him, and Satoshi asked something, now looking at his friend with a horrified look.
“Does “the key” to finding colors also mean that they’re the one you’re supposed to love?”
"I guess," was all his friend could say, obviously taken aback by how sudden his question was.
—
TBC.
